I open the scroll...
from which all foreseen has come to pass.
Once more I shall see the fate that befell me…
on that fateful day of old.
Forward looking back, I see the path thine took.
one such of many paths, but not in anyway the last.
A path that would cause great suffering,
yet, intoxicated in youth,
was blind to see.
Alas, the day has come.
Dawn is breaking,
and the long fires of the night flicker their last dying breath.
My soul freed into the morning twilight,
to greet the rising sun.
My sorrow, My pain, My shame…
transfigured into into pillars of strength, fortitude, and resolution.
The stars above watch on as I dash towards the amber horizon.
looking back into The darkness from which I came,
I see the moon and her children,
whose loving embrace I've come to know, having caressed me during my darkest hours.
It is in this twilight when all is one,
the sacred moment of duality,
The apex of the elements,
and the perfection of time is realised.
This moment need ever end.
For in this timeless garden we have borne witness to the creation of the world,
and from which we shall watch as it plays in reverse,
and is reborn.
A great Hour glass sits in the centre,
its contents full,
for time itself has no hold on this realm.
In the end, when all is blown away…one thing remains…
Durability.
O Rise, O rise now, Destiny!
The hour is upon us.
O How lovely is this morning! For once I was shadow in the night, but now I am awakened spirit.
